Fear of what may come
Fear of what will be
Fear of what awaits
Far ahead of me
Insecure about the future
Insecure about my life
Insecure about so many things
How will I survive?
Not knowing what will happen
Not knowing where I’ll go
Not knowing if we’ll stay together
Or if I’ll end up alone
This fear for the future
This insecurity
This not knowing what will happen
Is surely killing me
(July 2014)
Just me... 
Great poem, Iris, and oh, how I’ve had those same thoughts, just like everyone, I’m sure. xx
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Thanks Lauren! Xx
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Simply brilliant!! Welcome back! Cheers J
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Simply too kind! Thanks so much, J ^^
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Nope – the truth – would love you ti guest poet on my pages one day! Cheers J
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I’ll let you know when I’ve written something dark and twisted, haha ^^
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No requirement for that – just you and your way of writing with a song soundtrack :-) – Cheers J
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Will do ^^ I’ll keep you posted ;)
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